Cameron Over Time [m/f]x3 and [m/f/m] | 2016

Me: Six feet tall, thin, muscular, and athletic. All true. Dialogue is approximate, due to time and memory.

1

In college there was a girl who lived at the other end of the floor of my co-ed dorm. Her name was Cameron. I had seen her around the floor, but I didn’t actually speak with her until one night we were sharing a table in the study lounge.

Cameron was pretty and athletic, with very blonde hair. She had a full chest, and ass, and a direct gaze. She was about a head shorter than me. She and I were dressed similarly: drawstring pajama pants, t-shirts, and flip-flops.

We introduced ourselves to each other. She was one year ahead of me and about to graduate. We were both reading for classes. She was intelligent and literate. Her sense of humor emerged and she had a quick wit. She poked gentle fun at me. I chided her back. She had a fierce mind and was charmingly confidant. We were flirting. We continued studying for a while and then I said I needed a break. I asked her to join me.

“Where are we going for this break?” “The roof.” “What?” I had discovered that the door to the dorm’s attic and roof were unlocked in the past few weeks. We headed up.

It was early spring and chilly outside, so after enjoying the view we returned to the cavernous attic to poke around at some of the things that had been forgotten there in the dark.

In a lull in the conversation, I took a chance and put my hands on Cameron’s sides. She grasped me back and we pressed together and kissed. Her tongue was playful in my mouth. I reciprocated. We made out for a few minutes, groping each other over our clothes. Both increasingly aggressive. My cock became erect and clearly bulging in my loose pajama pants. I pressed it into her. She pressed back.

I broke our kiss, took a half step back, and untied my pajama pants. I pulled my cock out and held it in my hand looking at Cameron.

“Look at that fucking dick.” Her wit and intelligence transformed into passionate perversity in an instant. She stepped towards me grasping my cock with one hand. Her other hand pulled my face to hers and she hungrily kissed me. I rolled her shirt up over her tits and untied her pajama pants.

I played with her clit and dipped my fingers inside her. She aggressively stroked me. We broke our kiss. I looked down over her perfect, teardrop breasts at her short blonde pubic hair and my hand playing with her. “Work my fucking clit. Oh fuck yeah, that’s it.” She took her hand away from my dick, spit in the palm, and started rolling the saliva over the tip of my cock. I gasped and looked down. It felt so good. “Oh shit, you like that? Is that tip work gonna make you cum?” She left the tip and gave the shaft some aggressive wet pumps, gradually incorporating the head into her strokes.

I played with her clit as instructed. “Oh fuck, like that, oh, feel it juice. You feel that pussy juice?” I leaned down and began sucking on a nipple. Pulling it into my mouth and gently tapping it against my teeth with my tongue. Each time, I felt her entire torso spasm. She had a strong, athletic body.

“Oh fuck, oh oh…” Her entire torso was spasming in rhythm with my fingers and tongue. She was cumming. My hand on her pussy became wetter. When she stopped spasming, there were a few aftershocks. She pushed my hand away.

“You need to nut for me now.” She took my cock in two hands and began stroking it against her abdomen. Her body felt warm against my dick. The tip almost reached the base of her tits. Cameron drizzled spit between her tits, down her torso, onto my cock and was furiously stroking me. “Oh fuck” I erupted up her abdomen and between her tits. Her face lit up, but was still intent, “oh shit, give me that cum, give it, come on.”

She jerked me through hypersensitive aftershocks, proud of her control of my overstimulated pleasure. She collected the bulk of my cum with her fingers, flung it onto the concrete floor and rolled her shirt down. “I’m going to go take a shower now anyway.” We made small awkward goodnights and returned to our respective dorm rooms at opposite ends of the hall.

2

Not to long after, I saw Cameron in the study lounge on my way back to my room after a late class. I changed into my pajama pants and t-shirt and joined her.

We made tentative jokes. Neither of us knew if last time was a single occurrence or the start of something. Cameron’s wit was a little more acerbic than last time. It made me like her so much. I suggested that if she wanted to take a break, we could go back up to the roof. “Oh, yeah?” “Sure.” “OK, let’s go.”

We didn’t go to the roof. As the attic door closed, we began to furiously make out. Since the last time, I had found a mattress up there under a plastic cover. I broke from an aggressive kiss and pulled the mattress into the light of one of the bare bulbs.

Cameron paused. “I don’t want to have sex.” “Ok. That’s totally fine, of course.” “And I don’t do oral unless I’m dating someone.” “Ok. That’s understandable too.”

Cameron attacked me. Her tongue and mine together. She pulled at my shirt. I pulled hers off. She undid my pajama pants. I untied hers. I stepped out from my boxers and pulled her panties down.

We stood naked on the mattress. My cock between us. “What do you want to do?” “I want you to fuck my tits.”

Cameron laid on her back on the mattress. I gently sat on her torso facing her with my legs to either side of her chest. Her skin felt warm against my balls. One of her hands grasped my ass cheek and the other held my dick. I reached back and began to finger her. She spread her legs.

She stroked me and spit repeatedly on her hands. I played with her pussy, focusing mostly on her clit. She gyrated her hips under me. After a few minutes, “Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah, make me cum.” I felt Cameron gently gush in my hand. “Oh fuck that was good.”

“Now push my tits together.” I used both of my hands to push Cameron’s tits around my cock while she held it in against her chest with one hand. With her other hand on my ass, she started rhythmically pulling me towards her face. I started to thrust in time with her pulls.

She looked down at my dick. At the apex of my thrusts it was less than inch from her mouth. Teasingly, she stuck her tongue out. Maybe once or twice the tip of her tongue touched my cock. “You love fucking my huge tits don’t you? Look at you, you’re about to cum. Fucking cum for these tits. I know you want me to suck you, but I won’t. I want to fucking suck it. But I won’t. Oh shit, look at your precum. I bet you want me to taste it. It makes you slicker between my tits.”

“Oh shit, I’m going to cum.” Cameron’s teasing and dirtiness, delightful open perversity, tits around my dick, body sliding against mine. My body tensed and I began to ejaculate. With her hands on either side of her tits, Cameron took over pumping her tits around my dick with her torso. She pumped in time with my spurts. She opened her mouth and moaned, “fuck yeah, give it to me, fuck.” A few squirts went past her head, one hit her chin, the rest coated and pooled around her neck and upper chest.

We slowed and she teased me through post-orgasmic aftershocks with her fingers using my load as lubricant.

“I’ve never made a guy cum from titfucking.” “I’ve never titfucked anyone before.” She cleaned up like last time.

I asked, “have you had sex before?” “No, I want to wait.” “I understand that. The first person I slept with really messed with my head. I kinda wish I had waited.” “Yeah, I want to avoid that.”

We sat on the mattress for a few minutes, naked with cum drying on us. “Do you think about fucking me?” “Yeah, I definitely think about fucking that dick. But I want to wait.” “It’s OK, I understand. It’s just nice to know I’m wanted.”

We got dressed and said goodnight.

3

It was afternoon on the last day of classes for the semester. I had not seen Cameron much since our last session. We were both working hard.

I returned to my room after my last afternoon class. My roommate was slightly drunk, celebrating the end of the semester.

On my desk was a crumpled piece of paper with large handwriting scribbled on it which read, “I’m drunk. Wanna make out?”

“That was under our door when I got back earlier. Is that for you?” “I don’t know.” I was puzzled for about twenty minutes. My roommate left to go party elsewhere.

Even though this was the last day of classes, I didn’t have time to celebrate because my exams started immediately the next Monday. As I was changing clothes, it dawned on me who the note was from. I also felt stupid.

I went down the hall and knocked on Cameron’s door. I heard some noise and she opened it. “Come in.” My dick had hardened during my walk down the hall.

She immediately gave me a huge sloppy kiss. I kissed her back and we started groping each other. She aggressively took my clothes off. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and a khaki skirt.

Soon, I was naked. “Sit.” She sat me in her desk chair. She dropped her skirt, then her underwear, and sat on my lap straddling me. She ground her hips towards me, rubbing her clit against my cock, pinning it to my torso. I rolled her shirt up above her tits. My face was between her breasts. I looked up at her and she kissed me. I grabbed her ass, assisting her thrusts. I reached one hand under her and fingered her pussy from behind and below. She held my shoulder with one hand. With her other hand, she grasped and rolled her fingers around the tip of my dick. Her pussy was grinding against the shaft, her wetness spreading to me.

It was intense and intimate. There wasn’t much talking.

She rode me. We kissed. I licked her nipples. I moved furiously between her breasts and mouth with my mouth. I felt her tense and cum on my fingers. I felt my own orgasm rising. My precum lubricated her hand on the tip of my dick.

“I’m gonna cum.” “No wait.” She abruptly slowed and dismounted her grind. She stood and turned around. Cameron bent at the waist, arched her back, reached behind herself and spread her ass. Then she sat back on my cock, almost impaling herself on it. I leaned back a bit in the chair. I could feel her pussy lips partially wrapping my shaft. I could see her asshole rubbing on the tip. Working her hips, she ground back on me.

No words. Just wetness and both moaning.

It was too hot. Her ass looked amazing. Her pussy and asshole looked so fuckable and close. But were denied. Her arousal was delirious. “Fuck, I’m about to cum.” “No, I want to cum again.”

Cameron dismounted and got on her hands and knees on the floor. Her ass in the air. Her pussy and asshole were on full display.

I was overwhelmed. I got out of the chair and on my knees behind her. I started licking her asshole. I had always wanted to try that with someone. So I did.

Cameron moaned. I slid my fingers into her pussy from behind while I licked her asshole. I could feel it pulse on my tongue as I probed and rimmed it. I returned to my senses a bit. I didn’t know if her injunction against oral went both ways. I straightened up. With one hand I played with her clit. With the other hand I rubbed her g-spot. She reached under herself and grabbed my cock from below. She stroked me while I fingered her. She was pulling me towards her pussy. Crowded by my hands, she tugged my cock against her pussy, clit, and asshole. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I watched her asshole tense and flex as she came again.

She rolled onto her back on the floor. “I want you to shoot your cum on my tits.” “Stroke me.”

I parted my legs and kneeled over her torso. One of her hands stroked my cock. The other held my ass, fingers creeping into the cleft. She sat up slightly and spit on my dick. She stroked harder. “Give it to me. Cum. Cum for me. Fucking cum.”

I began to ejaculate. I felt the waves of my orgasm. She timed her strokes perfectly, reaching the tip and gently squeezing at the peak of each wave. Milking load after load onto her tits, neck, rolled up t-shirt, and the floor.

“I’m a mess. Your sperm is everywhere. It looks good. Fuck. You make a lot of cum.” I was speechless.

Cameron had a social event. She politely and kindly kicked me out of the room. I didn’t see her again for another few years.

4

About ten years after we graduated, Cameron and I reconnected on social media. She was married. She still looked fantastic.

Initially, our conversations were chaste and funny. We had both loved reading and had diverse hobbies. We had productive lives.

One night, Cameron pointed out that we didn’t really interact socially in college, we just hooked up. We didn’t have sex. We didn’t date. Why were we even talking? We agreed that we had an unrequited strong mutual attraction. We both agreed that we should have spent our available time in college in a relationship together or at least fucking.

Cameron was clear about this. She liked to fuck. She would go from nimble intellectual to dirty-mouthed slut in the space of a breath. But she bloomed after college. Now she and her husband had been exploring a relationship with fewer boundaries. She hinted that she occasionally fooled around with other people.

Our conversation moved from sex and attraction in general to specifics. “Do you remember when I licked your asshole?” “Yes.” “Was that something you enjoyed?” “Definitely. I didn’t expect it, but it was hot.” “You were the first person I did that with” “Really? Do you do it with your partners now?” “Definitely, I love it, but you were my first.”

Our conversations routinely became intensely sexual. We talked about fantasies, practices, events, and shared pictures. Sometimes we video chatted and watched each other masturbate. Despite distance, intimacy developed.

One day, “You know we are going to be in your town soon.” “Who is we?” “Me and my husband.” “Oh, yeah?” “Let’s hang out together.” “All three of us?” “Yeah.” “Where?” “Our hotel, Friday.” “Ok.”

After work, I went home, showered and put on nice t-shirt and jeans. Casual but not sloppy. The hotel was new and within walking distance of my home. It was early fall, right around sunset, and restaurants were just getting ready for the Friday evening crowd.

I walked into the hotel lobby and took the elevator to the tenth floor. I was nervous, but I could feel myself getting hard. I double checked a text message from Cameron to confirm the room number before I knocked.

Knocking. Cameron opened the door in the middle of a laugh. She was in a short, strapless red dress that displayed her figure and some of her cleavage. She wasn’t wearing shoes. She pulled me into the room and gave me a hug pressing her body against mine. I think she could feel my erection.

The suite was gorgeous. There was a view of the whole town. Cameron’s husband, Paul, was pouring red wine into a glass at a makeshift bar. He smiled and introduced himself shaking my hand. “Would you like some wine? We have red and red.” I accepted.

Paul was a head shorter than me, the same height as Cameron, and had a slim athletic build and short hair. He was wearing a button down shirt and dress pants that did not conceal his erection. He wasn’t wearing shoes or socks. Cameron still had long light blonde hair that was loosely curled. I felt underdressed.

“We just came from a friend’s engagement party.” “Early evening then?” “Long day. Long drive. And they aren’t as good of friends as we remember….” “People from college?” “Grad school.”

Cameron moved over next to her husband. They each had a glass of wine in a hand and were sipping liberally. “So....what should be do? Do you want to go out,” I said.

“We were hoping you might watch us,” Cameron said. “If that’s OK with you,” Paul followed. Cameron moved her free hand to the crotch of Paul’s pants while maintaining eye contact with me and taking a sip of wine.

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely.” Cameron kissed Paul deeply and rubbed his cock through his pants.

“Ok sit there.” Cameron was in charge. She had directed me to an overstuffed armchair opposite another chair that lacked arms which had been taken from the room’s desk. I sat back, not sure of what to do with my hands. Cameron sat in the armless chair opposite me. She spread her legs and her short dress rode-up slightly exposing black panties. Looking at Paul, “get the fuck over here.”

Paul came over, leaned down, and kissed Cameron. She reached for his cock again and rubbed it through his pants. “Lick me, for him,” she said staring at me.

Cameron slid to the edge of the chair causing her dress to ride up fully exposing her panties. She spread her legs further and leaned back in the chair. Paul got in his knees between her legs. It was hard to see, but Paul pulled her panties to one side and started to lick her pussy. Cameron began to moan and run her hands over her body. “Work my fucking clit.”

Paul rebalanced himself and used his other hand to rub her while licking and holding her panties out of the way. Cameron rubbed her breasts over her dress. “If you get your dick out for me, I’ll get my tits out.”

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Shifting in the chair, I exposed my erect cock. Cameron flipped her dress below her cleavage. Paul glanced back at me and returned to eating her pussy.

Cameron rubbed her breasts, tugged her nipples, and licked her lips while moaning. “You can fucking stroke it. That’s what it’s there for.” I started stroking my cock.

Paul used his hands more vigorously on Cameron. His breathing intensified. So did hers. Her wetness became audible. She played with her nipples. I watched her eyes alternate between matching my gaze and watching my masturbation.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” Cameron’s eyelids fluttered. She bit her lip. She put on hand on the back of Paul’s head and pressed his face into her pussy. Her body tensed, “ugh.” She opened her eyes and looked at me, “just a small one.”

“Stand up, Paul, I want to suck you.” Paul stood. Cameron sat upright on the edge of the chair, arching her back slightly, making her breasts jut forward. Paul started unzipping his pants. “No take all that shit off,” Cameron commanded. Paul took off his shirt, then his pants, and then his boxer briefs.

Paul’s dick was slightly smaller than mine but in keeping with the frame of his body. He was already hard. Cameron motioned Paul to her side, spread her legs, and began to rub her pussy. Taking his cock with her other hand, Cameron turned her head to the side slightly and took the tip of Paul’s cock between her lips. I watched her play her tongue over the head. Paul was looking down at her intently. She was looking at me. The show was for me.

She took Paul’s cock further into her mouth. She became more intent. She was fucking his dick with her mouth. She stopped rubbing her pussy, closed her legs and turned completely towards Paul. She started taking Paul’s cock all the way to the base, deepthroating him. Paul grunted, “oh fuck, yes.” Cameron pulled back and looked up at Paul, stroking his dick with her hands, “you like fucking this slut mouth? Fuck my mouth.”

With his hands guiding her head, Paul fucked Cameron’s mouth. His moaning and grunting intensified. Periodically, Cameron glanced at me. Paul increased the intensity, thrusting, and seemed nearing a climax. Cameron pulled back, wiping saliva away from her face with the back of her hand. She took a deep, hungry breath. Paul made an unsatisfied groan.

Cameron turned to me while she stroked Paul’s wet dick. “Milk out some precum for me.” I looked down at my cock and jacked it for them. I tensed and squeezed it. A large rivulet of precum formed at the tip. I swirled it around the head and stroked it around the shaft. I put on a show for them.

“Make another one, bring it over here.” “Are you sure?” I asked. Cameron looked up at Paul, “yeah, we’re sure.”

I stood up. Took off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and removed my socks and jeans. I felt welling self-consciousness. Then I removed my boxers. I stood in front this couple, naked, with a hard dick, and started pumping.

I stepped over next to Paul, in front of Cameron on her chair. I tensed and flexed producing a drop of precum. I held my dick letting it sit there, waiting for someone to move. Cameron leaned slightly towards me and licked the tip of my cock, taking the drop with her. Paul muttered, “fuck, that’s hot.”

Looking at Paul, still stroking him with one hand, she brought her other hand to my shaft. Cameron looked up at Paul, “can I be all slutty and suck his dick in front of you?” “Yes, yes.”

Cameron took the head of my cock between her lips. I could feel her tongue swirling around the edge and probing the underside. Bobbing her head in a fluid motion, she rapidly took more and more of me into her mouth. She backed off for a moment. She turned to Paul and sucked him for a moment, “I’m going to try to deepthroat him.” Looking at me, “I should have done this in college. Fantastic dick.”

She took me back in her mouth and Paul watched intently. Cameron bobbed on my cock taking it deeper and deeper. I put one hand on the back of her head and began to feel one of her breasts with my other. Pinching her nipple, she groaned on my dick. Her stroking of Paul had become distracted and he began playing with her other breast.

Her nose touched my pubic bone. I was totally inside Cameron’s mouth. She held herself there for a beat, and then pulled her mouth off of me. She took a deep breath and looked up at us. She started jacking both of us rapidly, “fuck that’s a big dick. I’ve never done one so big.”

“Have you two done this before?” “No you’re our first.” Paul looked at me, “would you mind if I fucked her?” “Uh, sure, absolutely.” “She wants to suck you while, I fuck her.” “Shit, cool.”

“I want to be on all fours,” Cameron got up from the chair and slid her dress off. She got up on the king sized bed and got on her elbows and knees. She arched her back slightly. I kneeled on the bed in front of her. Paul positioned himself behind her.

Cameron started sucking me. Paul stroked his dick inches away from Cameron’s pussy. He was enjoying the landscape of her back and the sight of her sucking.

I ran my hands down Cameron’s back while enjoying her mouth. I reached over her body and kneaded her ass. “Oh, spread her for me, would you?” I pulled her muscular ass cheeks apart. Leaning slightly over her, Cameron’s asshole and pussy came into view. Paul lined up his cock and dipped the head between her lips. He worked back and forth gradually. He went deeper and deeper.

Cameron’s sucking became distracted. Paul built a rhythm. I reached one hand under and played with a breast. I licked my middle finger on my other hand and began probing Cameron’s asshole. She had told me previously that they had experimented with some anal stimulation.

I worked my finger in deeper, past the initial tightness, and began pumping it gently. I could feel Paul’s dick fucking her pussy. Cameron made more and more noise and eventually took my cock from her mouth. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” I could feel her asshole pulsing around my finger. “Oh shit, she’s cumming.” Her hands pounded the bed and wetness surged up around my finger in her asshole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Slow, slow, slow down.” Paul stopped thrusting. I removed my finger from her ass and straightened up. Cameron straightened up too and put her arms around my shoulders. Paul started pumping a bit again. He fucked her slowly while she was sandwiched loosely between us. I took one of Cameron’s nipples in my mouth. “Oh fuck guys. I love being your slut.” We continued like this for a few minutes. Cameron began stroking me.

“Is it OK if I kiss him, Paul?” “Yeah of course.” Cameron and I kissed. Deeply. She stroked me hard against her belly. It was too much. “If you keep that up I am going to cum.”

“Is it OK, if he fucks me, Paul? I want both of your loads.” “Yeah. Fuck yeah.” They clearly had a plan. Paul sat on the bed with his back against the headboard with his legs spread. Cameron lay back against his torso and spread her legs. “Come here.” I kneeled between her legs, and supporting myself with my arms, lowering my cock to her pussy. She was soaking wet already. Her hands guided the tip between her lips. Stroke by stroke I got deeper inside. She was incredibly tight.

I started pumping slowly. I was already close. Paul played with Cameron’s nipples and licked her ears and kissed the side of her face. They both watched me fuck her. I could feel her pussy flex around me. “Fuck.” “Oh you feel that? Of course you do. I’m so tight and your dick is so big. Of course you can feel my pussy grab you.”

I was close and decided to speed up. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Cameron pumped her muscular body up towards me. I felt my cock erupt inside her. I felt everything pulsing. My cock. Her pussy. Cameron was moaning loudly. I could feel my cum overflow her pussy and drip down my balls. It was a long, intense orgasm.

“Shit I’m next. I have to feel that.” I pulled out of Cameron and moved back. Cameron sat forward and Paul moved out from behind her. Cameron lay back down and Paul got between her legs. I kneeled next to Cameron’s face and she began sucking our combined fluids off my still hard dick and teasing my aftershocks. Paul was fucking Cameron vigorously. “Fuck fuck fuck, oh baby. Two loads, two loads in you.” I sat back slightly. Paul collapsed on Cameron. They began quietly kissing and whispering to each other.

I got off the bed and got a drink of water. I adored Cameron, but Paul was her husband. They were having a moment. When I came back, Paul was lying beside Cameron who had rolled on her stomach with her ass slightly in the air. Pauls fingers were between her legs. Paul looked at me, “there is so much fucking cum in her.” “Are you making her cum again?” “Yeah, wanna help.” “Definitely.” I sat on the other side of Cameron from Paul. His fingers were pumping inside her pussy. I could see a large wet spot on the bed between her legs. I rubbed her asshole while Paul worked her pussy. As the intensity built, I asked Paul if I could touch her pussy. “Sure,” removing a hand. I dipped fingers into her pussy and slicked them with everyones cum. “Ok, work her pussy again.” I had her taste my slick index finger. Then I pushed my middle finger, also lubricated with cum, into her asshole.

I leaned down to Cameron’s ear, “now all of our cum is in all of your holes.” She gasped, tensed and exploded. Her asshole was pulsing around my fingers while Paul worked her pussy. She writhed almost silently. Her inarticulate explosion tapered. She caught her breath. She was too sensitive now. She kissed us both, “We should do this again sometime.” Everyone agreed.

I showered while they made out quietly on the bed. The next day they had plans and had to drive home. We did hang out again.